Samhain Night Musing

Samhain Night Musing

Far far away from the merry month of May

Corpse of the grain king torn asunder, turned under
Twilit passages pass messages ‘twixt hidden states
While fates are strangely woven
Hooves cloven stomp barren earths
And tread girths of land on lonely forest paths
As wintry wraths threaten and growl
Now moon dogs howl at milky shimmering stars
And wind scars the snowy tenders
The veil renders await conditions

Now becomes then and chance gates close again

Back to the world of foes and friends
And to a kingdom that merely pretends
Green Man and Flower Maiden snatched by the lusty royals of Hades
Both men and ladies with thou strangely glowing shades
But high time fades and we are bound to our fates
Our loves and hates with but a smidgeon of luck
We wade through the muck of our days
With rarely a gaze beyond and between
Our programmed sheen of moments
Joys and laments rising and falling like waves
Enter the caves of the mother’s dark womb
Warm silent room of comfort and terror
And she the bearer is also the changer
So safety and danger rarely know one another
For each is the other and that is the quality of a lover
To cross over and explore the unknown
Conjoined or alone we can only but roam
Deeper into our home, the vastness of here and now